"You, why are you still alive?"

"How, how is that possible?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

When the Gunkeeper saw Zhao Xiaohan standing in front of him with a vivid look, his eyes were full of incredibleness, and he was even a little panicked, and he kept muttering to himself in a low voice, "Impossible, Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Yao!" Looking at the Gun-raising man who was talking to himself, Zhao Xiaohan yawned lazily, with a look of sleepiness, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and then stretched his hands out, stretched his waist hard: "Ah, I've been sleeping for too long, my head hurts a little. Hey, where is this?"

After looking around, Zhao Xiaohan had a headache and frowned tightly and said, "It must be Zhao Xiaohan who caused some trouble again. Alas, why do you always ask me to clean up the mess for him every time the trouble he caused?"

"Zhao Xiaohan, it seems that I really underestimate you." After a long time, the voice of the Gun raised the Gun again sounded, his face a little cold. After hearing the Gun raised the Gun, Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on his face...

However, suddenly, he seemed to see a purple-purple wound on his arm, which was already a little festering, and black dirty blood was flowing out of the wound. When he saw the wound on his arm, Zhao Xiaohan frowned and raised his right hand, placed it beside his mouth, then lowered his head, took a strong sip of the wound, and then, he spit out a mouthful of black dirty blood.

"Hey, are you poisoned?" Zhao Xiaohan spit out a mouthful of blood, gently licked the corner of his mouth, and then spit out another mouthful of saliva, his face suddenly became cold. In an instant, a huge sense of killing emanated from his body unscrupulously.

"Do you do this?" Looking at the Gun-raising man with the same cold face, Zhao Xiaohan sneered. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly took a step forward and rushed to the Gun-raising man and grabbed the Gun-raising man's neck.

In an instant, the Gun raised his eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with incredible words. Why, why can his speed be so fast?

Before he could see Zhao Xiaohan's movements clearly, he had already pinched his neck. How could it be that he had been poisoned by his own poison?

"Hiss!" Just as Zhao Xiaohan grabbed the neck of the Gu-raising man, a green little snake rushed towards Zhao Xiaohan's arm again. However, this time, when the little snake rushed over, Zhao Xiaohan sneered, raised his other hand slightly, grabbed the green little snake in his hand, and then turned it around a few times in the air, then threw it hard to the ground. With a "bang", the little snake fell to the ground.

However, this is not the end. The moment the little snake fell to the ground, Zhao Xiaohan raised his right foot and stepped on it with a "clang". In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the green little snake was suddenly stepped on by Zhao Xiaohan!

"Ah!" When the green snake died, the Gun-raising man suddenly vomited blood. However, when he vomited blood, Zhao Xiaohan turned his head and avoided the gust of blood. Then, he threw his hand hard, and with another "clang", the Gun-raising man's body was suddenly hit hard to the ground.

"Ha, I thought it was a powerful character, just a little snake." Looking at the Gu-raising man who was lying on the ground and trembling violently, Zhao Xiaohan sneered disdainfully: "What other moves do you have? Even if you use it, you dare to jump in front of me with the skill of the three-legged cat, and you don't know how to live or die!"

Domineering, when this sentence was said, it was full of domineering and arrogance. However, at this moment, the Gu-raising man on the ground suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood again, and his face was filled with heartache. Yes, he felt heartbroken, and he regretted it, but he could do nothing.

He is not far from death. Once his natal Gu dies, can he still survive?

What is a natal Gu? It means that the Gu is in the human being. If the Gu dies, the only thing that greets him is death.

However, what he couldn't accept was that the natal Gu, which he had always been proud of, died easily in Zhao Xiaohan's hands?

He was unwilling to give up, and at the same time, he was also surprised. Why, after being infected with his poison, Zhao Xiaohan not only did not die, but became stronger?

What surprised him even more was that Zhao Xiaohan in front of him was completely different from Zhao Xiaohan just now!

Although Zhao Xiaohan was also very strong before the poisoning, his body was not filled with strong hostility and murderous intent...

"Zhao Xiaohan, if you kill my natal Gu, I won't let you survive!" Suddenly, the moment the voice of the Gun breeder fell, he saw the Gun breeder lowered his head, bit his fingertips, stretched out his hand, and wrote something in his palm, not knowing what he wrote. While writing, he was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was reciting a spell.

"Bang!" Just as the Gun-raising man lowered his head and was reciting something, suddenly, Zhao Xiaohan raised his foot and kicked him in the face with a "clang". The moment Zhao Xiaohan kicked him down, the Gun-raising man's body flew out. The moment he landed on the ground, Zhao Xiaohan had already rushed forward to him, raised his foot suddenly, and put it on his chest again with a "clang"...

"ah!"

With a sharp scream, the entire rooftop suddenly fell into silence, and the only sound of Zhao Xiaohan's breathing was constantly ringing. As for the Gu-raising people, they could no longer breathe the fresh air on the rooftop.

This kick was simply and neat, without any drag. As soon as the foot was taken, the life of the Gu raised the man ended here and came to an end.

Even the Gu-raising man closed his mouth forever without having time to say a word!

"Ha, do you think I don't know, you are slapping me?" Zhao Xiaohan sneered, and a disdainful sneer was still hanging on the corner of his mouth. Looking at the bloody corpse of the Gun-raising man, Zhao Xiaohan didn't even look at it, and turned around and walked to the guardrail of the rooftop, stretched out his hands, took a strong breath of air, and then a cold smile appeared: "The air in this world is really fresh, ha, who will be the next person to die?"

However, the moment he had just finished speaking, for some reason, he suddenly felt his body weak. Then, he felt his eyelids were a little heavy, his head was a little dizzy, as if there was another consciousness robbing him of the control of his body...

His legs became weak, and suddenly he fainted, but, at the moment he fainted, he seemed to see the cold smile remaining on the face of the corpse of the foster man, as if he was mocking him?
Chapter completed!